On Aging


Discarded flower
Cut off from nurturing
Roots put out in sun
Neglected abysmally~
Spirit still flickering
Diffidently yet ebbing
Gradually, and then
A loving hand curled
in hers, brightening life~
Dawn completes circle of love
By reassuringly holding twilight’s palm~
Twilight delighted at happy turn, squeezes
Back with renewed zest, glowing brightly prior
To finally settling down ~

*image is from internet*


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